[color=39b54a]Rick led the way into the house. He returned his gun to its holster and pulled out a modified police baton.[/color]

Merle made a [i]psssssssht[/i] sound, honestly surprised the Governor was considering trusting Milton with such an... [i]interesting[/i] job. It was certainly going to fail. Milton was easily manipulated. Sure, that could work in the Governor's favor, but it could just as easily work in Andrea's. She could inflict some serious damage if she needed to, not that she always preferred violence. If he knew her well enough, she'd probably sweet talk him into giving her information and possibly convince him to turn on the Governor himself.

Merle wasn't totally onboard with the Governor either. The man was a basket case. But there were certain things he got out of following him that Merle didn't want to give up. Things like hot water, clean clothes and a bed were obvious. But there was also the respect from the citizens of Woodbury and the trust he'd spent months building. All things he would definitely give up if he left for Rick's teeny little prison home. It was definitely not worth it.

[color=fff200]Andrea paced for a few minutes. What was she supposed to do? She was sure that anything she reported to the Governor that she might possibly see at the prison would just be sloughed off like it was useless. She couldn't follow Governor and his men. They were long gone. She couldn't just go to the prison and join them as she'd brought on the personal quest to kill the Governor. She decided to just head back to Woodbury.[/color]

[color=92278f]Tyreese hummed quietly in the background. It was his way of "staying sane" when he was on gate duty. Carol paced back and forth along the grate, stabbing a walker now and then with her tire iron. She peered out into the forest and thought she saw something move. It looked like a human form. A walker? No. It moved to smoothly and quickly to be a walker. 

She motioned for Tyreese to be quiet for a moment. She listened for any sounds that would give away what or who she had seen. Just in that moment, a walker came up to the fence, reaching it's fingers through grate at Tyreese. It let out a hungry growl that was cut short by a sharpened cane through the forehead.

Carol had looked up in surprise. She turned her attention back to the spot in the forest but could see nothing.[/color]

[color=f26522]Tyreese had no idea what Carol was doing, but whatever it was, she looked concerned. He figured she saw something fishy, but he could see nothing. Just trees, bushes and dead people. Not exactly the most pleasant sight, though a very common one now a days.[/color]